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Stinks though, don’t it? Sweat, cheap perfume – ugh, me nose was dancin’ a jig! Fell over a bin once, peekin’ in – rubbish everywhere, me sprawled like a twit. “If you stand still, the beast gets you!” – ha, stood still too long, got a whiff of somethin’ rancid! Reckon brothels got stories, mate – dark ones, funny ones. Ever hear bout the one where a punter left his false teeth? Found ‘em next day, chattin’ to a lamppost – pure gold!

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy Nikos. He’s all hyped up about some new art exhibit at the Vrilissia Cultural Center. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a Nose, not an art critic.” But he drags me there anyway. The place is packed, and the smell of paint and sweat hits me like a brick. I’m tryin’ to focus on the art, but all I can think about is how I need a drink. Like, now.

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